They sing of blue-eyed Mary, Who gathered flowers to sell, But there's a sweeter fairy In Harlem's flowery dell; Whose violets, pinks, and roses, Display a richer bloom, 'Twere bliss to gain such posies, And taste their rich perfume. The violet's softest azure Is swimming in her eye; The rose's vermeil treasure On either cheek we spy; The fragrant pink's carnation, Its nectar and perfume, In sweetest combination Have dress'd her lips in bloom. And she has learned to cherish A never-fading flower; When pinks and roses perish 'Twill still adorn her bower; Its tints will never vary, Its fragrance ne'er depart, 'Twill always bloom with Mary, 'Tis planted in her heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I LOVE HER by ALEXANDER BROME THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR TO MY SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A BOSTON TOAST by JOHN COLLINS BOSSIDY THE WOOLWORTH BUILDING by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ODE TO GEORGIANA, DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE ON 'PASSAGE OVER MT. GOTHARD' by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |